It must be a little love, - a baby, sort of,
It shies away when the cars honk and hiss,
But adores the bells on the horse-tram.

“The love boat has crashed against the everydayYou and I, we are quitsAnd there …”

“There’s a monument due me by rank alreadyI’d blow the damn thing up with dynami…”

“You entered,Abrupt like “Take it!”,Mauling suede gloves, you tarried,And said:“…”

“A chestnut-haired childCheering up, wentand stood in his stall.And took the who…”